So, Hallowe’en is definitely upon us. I know this because my wife has been busy creating her costume, <!––>Samara<!––> from The Ring (imdb | rotten tomatoes). It mainly involves a wig and a filthy dress, so for parts of the last two days there’s been a dress in our bathtub, in various stages of destruction to prepare it such that it appears to have just come out of a well.
Keeping in the Hallowe’en spirit we went to see The Grudge (imdb | rotten tomatoes) last night. It’s gotten bad reviews, but I’m not sure why that is. I mean, it’s not a classic of our time, but it the commercials and press don’t suggest that is. It’s meant to scare the bejeezus out of you, without paying a great deal of attention to character development, and it does just that. 10 minutes in my wife pouted and said, “I don’t like this movie…I want to go home…”, but I knew she was joking. She loves scary movies; besides, her girlfriend was in it. Still, about an 45 minutes in, she was practically horizontal in her seat, which I’ve come to recognize as some sort of defensive move. Anyway…much screaming and yelping from the crowd. Certainly a good Hallowe’en weekend movie.
We grab a bite to eat and hurry home out of the rain. Before we turn the lights on I step into the bathroom to hang up my wet jacket, and nearly have a heart attack. My wife has left the dress floating in the tub, stretched out like a body; she’s also dumped a bunch of potting soil in the water to muddy up the dres, but it’s all pooled near the top of the dress and, in this bad light, looks like hair. So for about .3 seconds I think Samara is in our bathtub. This does not make me happy.